I have just found the milk I lovingly (ha) expressed to donate to the neonatal unit at our local maternity hospital - all 30 oz of it (not much, but, y'know, the thought was there) - in the pushchair, defrosted, where I had packed it to take in to the unit whilst at DS's (unrelated) appointment on the other side of the hospital today.
I am not sure whether to cry or make rice pudding :(
CURSES.